There was a case of mistaken identity with this one. Monday, the day I felt less like shit, I ended up at Aldi buying more of their gluten-free items. I needed some fortification for that night’s season finale of Castle. Had I known what that was going to fucking end up like, well, I would have bought something a hell of a lot stronger. I was in the aisle at Aldi talking to myself saying “What sort of name is Filthy Bird for a wine?” The lady behind me started laughing and told me that it was FLIRTY Bird, not FILTHY Bird. Phew, I was worried for a moment..someone with my high moral ground making a mistake like that with the name??? Balderdash! (laugh, snicker, have a drink, you somber bastard).
I hadn’t had a sauvignon blanc in a long time. I do like it because it’s less fruity than pinot grigio, and also more crisp, less sweet. There is, of course, more of the demon bastard grapefruit, so we’ll call it a draw overall. This wine had no real discernible bouquet when I uncorked it. It had an almost non-existent “clean” smell, not unlike that of detergent wafting through the spring air. Not the sort of thing you want when you are going to DRINK that bottle from which this sort of odor is coming, but again, I am embellishing my thoughts on this wine. It’s just my take. I taste some melon, grape, some apple… and despite the presence of any grapefruit mentioned on the label, I swear I taste a motherfucking grapefruit. Nothing could make me unhappier (besides the video for Olivia Newton John’s song “Physical.” That’s pretty much guaranteed to make me radically displeased). However, it’s a sauvignon blanc, so you’re almost guaranteed some form of grapefruit (sour puss of the fruit family.)
I had this with a salad and with shrimp—guaranteed to be the sort of meal a wine like this pairs well with. Well, it did, but so much blah-vouz was present here that not a lot of anything happened. One glass, nothing. Two glasses, nothing. Three, still nothing. In slang terms, it’s weak sauce. Very light, almost non-existent in its flavor and range, and smelling oh so slightly of Tide. Not a winning formula, Aldi. I do like the label. That bird looks, well, colorful and oh so flamboyant. As if he is the Ricky Martin of the bird kingdom. It’s a steal at $3.99. By that, I mean have someone steal a bottle, don’t spend $3.99 on it. You can get their signature Winking Owl for LESS and probably be more pleased (although they do not have a sauvignon blanc for white, so it’s either pinot grigio or the chardonnay canal in that case).
All in all, the only thing I like is the label and the light flavors do blend well, no aftertaste, but that’s pretty hard to accomplish when there’s no taste whatsoever to speak of. I would avoid like the plague (and Camus’ The Plague also, while you’re at it). Cheers!